Alabame

I'm fed up with you cheating on me
I filled my legs with coffee for you to bathe in them
Salty water cried yesterday in the churches
They saw a golden God fall and in the square they pray
Wet, I like it when it starts to distill
There's a statue of Athena on my roof; lately I don't let myself be seen
I'm in a season dedicated to being
I cried, with the prayers of the sleeping child
I thought that in that language everything would make sense
But I look at you tilting my glasses
And I know this serious mind threatens you

Praise me, dude, praise me, suck me
To the rhythm of the blue jungle look for me
I'm on a Guarani island
I entered through your game boy one day and never came out

I believe in absolute truths
I like to be heard and debated
I read myself roughly waiting on the couch
I dreamed of being here putting two ice cubes in rum and cola

I don't care
What it means to be real is dictated by your bullets
No matter how much you act tough
Put on expensive sneakers and burn a
Pack of smokes to show off at the bar
I'm in another space, I take the risk
I prefer to eat slowly and have fire

Walk with me
It's up to you to decide if you're my friend or not
Praise me, dude, praise me, suck me
To the rhythm of the blue jungle look for me
I'm on a Guarani island
I entered through your game boy one day and never came out